Leon's POV
Only a little bit of the term of the term was left, and with this now being the last night of the festival the school was hosting an extravagant party 'The Festival Dance', and the party was in full swing, with students of all grades being there.
Words fell short of the luxurious dishes that lined the tables of the school's most extravagant venue.
Raymond, Daniel, and I mingled mostly with boys who shared our background
' we were only three because someone (who shall not be named) had the balls to betray the brotherhood and get a date'.
If you counted the first-years from the general class who were with us, we were an impressive crowd, all told. The guys were decked out in our school uniforms, but most of the girls arrived in sexy dresses with their demi-human servants at their heels.
The other boys and I exerted real effort to peel our eyes off the girls' chests.
"I think that girl just now was an F-cup…" I murmured and cleared my throat. "Ahem, I mean, the food here's great, right?" I turned back to the table where Daniel was chowing down on a heaping plate of meat, forgetting our usual diet just for today.
"This is my first time being at a party this huge," he said between mouthfuls. "The academy is incredible!"
"Daniel, don't speak with your mouth full." Raymond watched our friend with exasperation.
"Hard to believe they're throwing a party this enormous for us. The capital's on a completely different level. We countryside heirs can't hold a candle to this."
No kidding—and that was kind of the point. According to Luxion, part of the reason for these parties was to show off the opulence and power of the capital to the poorer nobles. But even the rich, pampered noble kids had to be impressed with this level of extravagance.
Daniel surveyed the other attendees. "Even most of the girls from the general class are wearing dresses. Almost none of them are wearing their school uniforms."
Raymond pushed up his glasses. His eyes were fixed on a thin girl that was just his type. The guy was a total closet pervert.
"The price range for dresses is rather broad," he said. "Apparently you can get one for two thousand dia."
Two hundred thousand yen for one dress?! Was that supposed to cheap?
Just then, Marie, the heart of every recent rumor, made her appearance… in her school uniform. Whispers erupted at the sight of her. Thanks to Marie, no one else cared that the scholarship student, Olivia, was also here in her uniform.
Odd. A viscount's daughter should be able to afford a dress, I thought. I watched her stride over to the prince and the other high lords. These kings of the school caste system welcomed her warmly, though Prince Julius looked stunned when he saw her outfit.
"You're not wearing a dress?" he asked.
"Uh, um…I wasn't able to afford one." Marie fidgeted, no doubt in a bid to entice them.
All of the boys joined in a chorus to say, "If you'd told us sooner…" Jilk smiled. "The uniform does feel a bit refreshing after this parade of dresses, but if you'd like, why don't I arrange a dress for you for the next party?
I'm a regular at one of the stores in the capital, and I'm sure they'd find something perfect for you."
"N-no, I couldn't possibly," Marie insisted with a shake of her head.
Her humble display only fueled the boys' excitement as they each insisted on helping, almost like the five were competing for her affection.
Not that any of them mattered to me. Background characters had one mission here and one mission only: finding a partner. This party was the perfect chance. According to the upperclassmen, couples sometimes formed at these events.
"All right, you two, are you ready?" I asked, glancing over at my friends.
Daniel set his plate down. "Oh, I'm stuffed."
Raymond readjusted his glasses. "We have our work cut out for us."
"Oh! There's a group of three girls right over there! Let's move in."
Casting one last look of resentment towards Lex and his date on the dance floor seemingly lost in their own world, we began the mission of the night.
As one, we launched into action. Our objective? Approach whatever girls we could. The atmosphere at the party had put them all in good spirits. Perhaps some of them would lower their standards enough to agree to marry one of us.
At this point, it didn't even matter if a girl already had a lover.
"Excuse me? Go look in a mirror."
"You're from a baron house in where now? Not interested."
"Hicks like you should look for hick girls. I wouldn't even consider someone less than viscount rank. And you're from a border region? Don't kid yourself."
"Guys this desperate are so slimy. Do you even realize how shallow you look?"
"I like a more laidback guy, thanks."
"You don't stand a chance of measuring up to the prince and his inner circle."
Even their demi-human servant-lovers sneered at us. They knew we couldn't touch them, after all; if a human male laid a hand on a woman's slave, he faced a strict investigation.
"Um, uh, but if you could just talk to us—" One of the girls jerked her chin at her servant. The beefcake demi-human sent us flying. We tumbled across the floor, and girls laughed. Boys either joined in or sent us sympathetic looks.
"Leave," huffed the girl who owned the demi-human as her friends snickered. "And try to be a little more presentable at the next party. Or perhaps it's already too late for you. Maybe your only salvation is to pray you'll be better in your next life. Farewell, country scum."